Taking a place in any other household is always difficult. There are customs and attitudes and idiosyncrasies that are always particular to each grouping of people, klan and peculiar to our own. It is said that birds of a feather flock together but I wonder rather, that flocking together binds birds together.
a small home, immaculately kept, terse conversations, closed rooms, no kitchen table
kitchen table the place to sit, congregate, break bread, share.
People here eat alone, sit and sleep alone. Silence, rather than an introspective zone to lay back and collect, engulfs itself into a mausoleum of sorrow and solemnity. A narrow word rises up from the smoldering melting metal of barbed wire and it is austerity. Here, we work by detail, always hidden under the shadow of
bigger than, wonder, imagination.
Put this there. Do this that. Shhhh! And, "in this house, we don't share anything!'
It's a tragedy really, not sharing. Sharing is the biggest thing- from food to shelter to love to knowledge.
Barren community space, solitary living amongst others, no hello no how are you doing no what are you thinking about- just detail: put this there do this that shhhh!
Nonetheless, the defacto line of
nobody shares anything in this house- we have nothing to do with each other
is in fact, cataclysmically untrue. A caretaker who has living in her house for a decade, her employer, a paraplegic man, indeed has a relationship. That's what we humans do. We have relationships. And the longer we spend together, and the less interference from the outside, the more inclined we grow to each other.
An agitation grew for me from a difference in predilection. How difficult it is to all get along! I was thrown into a system of dogma and stoicism that I have adverse reaction to. Those that know me will be quick to say that I am no chatter upper and that I am definitively serious and introspective but that my senses do guide me. I am open to surprise and humble mistaken whoopsies. I have ideals and beliefs and am optimistically wired. I am a compatriot (bread breaker!) to the underdog.
I am an underdog.
But you know, dogma just gets to me right to the bone in a most unpleasant sort of way. Dogma can guide us and give us resource or recourse. It is not a replacement for truth. Dogma can take a hold of an entire life and perhaps thats what it's for; to fill the void of skirting; running away from the reaching out, asking questions, looking in the mirror. Dogma is always right. it's the individual who pulls the trigger.